Are you a self-starter, ready to shoot mechanical strippers in the back? Do you have the interpersonal and problem-solving skills of an alcoholic Private Dick? Can you man a Voight-Kampff machine with one hand of broken fingers tied behind your back? Then this is the job for you!

I know what you're saying: Why not call out Bounty Hunter? Or whatever a Lobot does? Why celebrate the job of Nerf Herder?

Because we've seen how Bounty Hunting in the Star Wars 'Verse goes: You get a cool ship, cool armor but an uncool "death" via sand mouth full of tentacles and teeth. (Plus, in this day and age, the paycheck-to-paycheck lifestyle is so ennui.) And, bluetooth cyber muffs aside, Lobot has to work for Lando's sell-out ass.

No, Nerf Herder's the life. First, we don't really know what the job entails, which means we can make it up as we go. Second, how hard can it be to herd nerf? We've been training for it ever since we got our hands on Turbo! Footballs at recess. And third, "scruffy-looking" seems to be an applicable appearance for said profession, and we hate shaving. Because hair's like sand, it's coarse and it gets everywhere, not like Padme, who *record scratch* - in short, we really like this job.

Ghostbuster

Because Bustin' clearly makes them feel good.

One of several professions that prove that getting kicked out of higher education leads to bigger, better, "bustin' makes me feel good" kinda things.

You get a cool base of operations ("Hey, does this pole still work?!") with plenty of room to park your tricked-out hearse. You get to wear unlicensed, nuclear accelerators on your back, and point them at things. And you get paid in advance before your clients turn into dogs.

Oh, and you get to dance-walk down the streets of NYC with Ray Parker, Jr., celebrating why bustin' makes you feel good. Sorry, Winston, but that's definitely "worth $11,500 a year." *Claps hands, shouts "I love this town!", steps over pieces of 30-foot Marshmallow Man*

As a member of Washington, D.C.'s Pre-Crime Division, a police force bent on stopping crimes before they happen, job security is pretty much a non-issue. Everyone, from Leonard Marks to Leo Crow, has Red-Ball worthy premeditated crimes on their minds. Job security only becomes a problem when you, as an officer, have future "redrum" on the brain.

Oh and you get to play with wonderful toys like The Eye-Dentification spiders, Sick Sticks and mag-lev powered future cars.

Mobile Infantry Trooper

"C'mon you apes, you wanna live forever?!"

In the Starship Troopers universe, citizenship is a privilege, not a right, and many earn their citizenship by serving n the military. You'd think donning a high-tech suit of armor and going to war against murderous space bugs would be a fun way to advance up the rungs of society's ladder, but these bugs are a little too good at at the whole murdering thing. Maybe citizenship is overrated after all.